Sitting in the window at 2 am, I think on the day as a time that once was. Time i will never see again.
Why does the mind seem to come alert in the hours so late, you should be in bed? The time when your brain should be barraging you with the subconscious thoughts and feelings you have had all day. Playing out the constant stream of feelings, unthought and untouched by the conscious mind until the time you sleep when you have no control over your brain. The time it comes out to play. Those little thoughts that come creeping quietly to the forefront that you didn't know you had, only to be forgotten after you awake. All that time that you feel is wasted and yet...
Is time ever truly wasted?
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